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Bad boy
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Bad boy You might have thought that A man who toys with verbs, like another man flexes his mussles, faced nose to nose with you, full of lust, would bubble the air with his heated phrases, and abundant smut. What must you think of me? When you ask me to express my wicked thoughts and I laugh and blush. and turn my face away. A man who could wax poetic with pen in hand about the color and line of your skirt, who uses language to sport like a satyr, silent. That same man flushed throat closed is barely able to smile at you as you tease him overwhelmed with intense longing. No fluid sonnets, no vile and wanton enticements rise to his curled tongue. No words come out at all. My lips rest against each other like traitors as my heart dips and flies, soaring reckless in my chest. My ears pound, my throat heats, I am your mute poet. My thoughts tangle in a helpless pile like my pants at my feet. I cover silky words with my toes, and feel them licking my arches. Say you are a bad boy. I laugh. I cannot. Your voice is warm and animal. All right, say you are a naughty boy then. I mina bird back to you what you have asked for, as unoriginal as a pull string doll, aware of the ridiculousness of both the words you ask for, and how challenging it is for me to find voice for them. You draw me to you, and take us both into other spaces that have no words, blessed freedom. Little spiders in dusty corners bear witness to our brazenness. The clock sighs. The curtain ripples with longing, responsive to the attentions of the space heater. Late, I feel, the delicate tickle of language. Your breath deep and slow rises and falls before me, I am peaceful and sated. I am a bad boy. The words you ask for are whispered as secrets against your skin. My punctuation, defined with feather light touches. Love paints with breath. I give you, your words unable to deny you anything and still sleep. My toes tuck under the covers, and I rest against your silky and reliable back. My dreams are sweet.      |
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Yes sweet one, it is mine and I am so glad you, enjoyed it. kisses mark
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my question is the same as Lips......awesome use of our language....erotic imagery....simply beautiful....  kisses mark
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*smiles*...
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1/17/2008 12:44 pm |
my question is the same as Lips......awesome use of our language....erotic imagery....simply beautiful....
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